Bonnie jumps in the lake

Bonnie looked down at the surface of Pinkwhistle Lake. The water looked fresh, clear and inviting, but she still didn't particularly feel like jumping into it.

She glanced back over her shoulder at Sandra McCoy, who was standing on the shore, grinning at her. The wood of the pier felt rough on Bonnie's bare feet. She knew she had to do it.

She unfastened her bra, first, letting her large pink-nippled breasts drop free. She left the bra on the pier, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her yellow panties and yanked them down in one smooth movement. Sandra chuckled as Bonnie bent over, unintentionally mooning her. Bonnie did her best to ignore it.

She dropped her panties by the bra and stood at the end of the pier, pale and naked, watching the water sparkle in the sunlight. She glanced back one more time. Sandra gave her the thumbs-up.

Bonnie took a deep breath, and jumped in.

She surfaced, gasping. It was cold! Her freckled figure gleamed below the rippling surface of the water, her nipples going hard as her wet curly hair clung to her face. She struck out for the opposite shore, moving through the water with practised ease.

The deal was that the loser of the arm-wrestling match had to walk across town in her underwear, then jump naked into Pinkwhistle Lake and swim to the other side and back. Bonnie had already done the hard part. She'd no intention of quitting now.

Her hands touched the mud of the opposite bank. She spun in the water and began to swim back towards the pier, long bare legs kicking gracefully. It wasn't until she finally touched wood, and hauled herself up onto the pier, that she realised something was wrong.

Sandra was gone.

So were Bonnie's bra and panties.

Leaving her stranded in the woods, by the side of the lake, a very long way from home. With no clothes on.

"Not again!"